Become the wind Dance with falling leaves Fly towards the sun As tall as the sky Playing with the stars

I was a child, Hated and scorned Cast to the wolves The day I was born Though I may tremble in fear

she walks on air hanging from twisted strings a painted marionette dancing for her manipulator but if she falls

paint me beautiful color me with passion’s red shadow me with dark’s desire

Tears fall, land, roll, plop, splat. They glitter on scars. Sniff, wipe, blow... Gross!

I shatter into infinite pieces shards of glass skipping over pavement like rocks on a pond